Last night I dreamed that I was in Montreal with ******.

We were outside. In front of us was a giant black curtain that stretched from the sky to the ground. Many people were lined up at the curtain. One by one they would drop down and do an obscenely low limbo under the curtain through to the other side. ****** and I did the same. On the other side was an enormous, colourful cathedral. All the people were streaming down the center aisle to receive communion. More people continued in behind us.

In an instant, I was at the front of the line before the priest. He smiled and placed the wafer into my folded hands. I failed to remember what to say as I did the sign of the cross. He watched me falter, stopped the line, and took me aside. Then he started instructing me on the proper protocol with a booming voice as thousands watched from behind. I listened, yet still couldn’t follow his instructions. The only sequence for the holy trinity I could remember was, “Big Daddy, J.C., and the Spook”. So that is what I said, and then the dream was over.